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"Then dress up for Austin. I'm sure he'd like to see you in something other than jeans and a t-shirt."

"That's not the only thing I wear. I've worn nicer shirts around him and I've worn a skirt."

"You can wear something of mine." She runs across the hall to her room, and comes back with a short red dress.

"I'm not wearing that. That's something you wear to a club, not a bar."

"Hmm." She holds the dress out. "You're right. Okay, then we'll go with jeans, but they have to be dark and tight and you're wearing heels. I'll be right back." She returns with a pair of black heels and a shimmery sequined tank. It's silver with tiny straps at the top, the body loose and flowing.

I take it from her. "Where'd you get this? I love it!"

"I just got it at some store at the mall. I hope it'll fit over your giant boobs."

"I do not have giant boobs. And by the way, I can't believe you said that in front of Austin and Matt."

"Why? They're not blind. They know you have big boobs."

"Then you didn't need to point it out."

She laughs. "Find some jeans and try this on. I have to get back to the kitchen."

"What time is Matt getting here?" I yell from my room.

"Seven," she yells back.

It's already six-thirty. I don't want to be here when Matt arrives. It might ruin the romantic mood Amber's trying to create.

I call Austin. "Hey, it's me."

"Hey. I thought you were taking a nap."

"I don't need one. I feel a lot better after the shower. So what are you doing?"

"Just talking to my dad. He's fixing something out in the garage. Why?"

"Amber's making dinner for Matt and he's going to be here soon so I want to get out of here to give them privacy. I'm gonna go wait at the coffee shop down the street. You can just pick me up there."

"You're going to wait there for over an hour?"

"I don't mind. I'll just bring a book to read."

"I'm not doing anything. I'll just come get you right now."

"You sure? Don't you have to get ready for tonight?"

He chuckles. "No. I'll leave in a few minutes."

"Okay, bye."

I think he was laughing because he thought I was referring to his appearance. What I meant was that maybe he had to get ready to play tonight, like maybe he had to practice, but I guess not.

As for me, I'm not even close to being ready. My hair's wet and I need to change clothes.

"Austin's on his way over," I yell at Amber on my way to the bathroom.

"I thought he wasn't coming until eight," she yells back. I hear a pan drop and then some curse words flying so I don't bother answering her. She has her hands full in the kitchen.

I dry my hair then run a flat-iron over it. I quickly put on some makeup, then race back to my room and get dressed. The heels feel strange because I never wear them but they look nice with the jeans and sparkly shirt.

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